The Masochistic Lovers

We have lived a false life, you and I, Chasing halcyon dreams through chaos and despair; We have ventured beyond the brink, And only just returned – with weakened knees And tremulous smiles, our hearts bruised anew In clandestine partnership we defied the gods, Breached life’s stony contract, and delved, Greedily, into Pandora’s box… Like happy-go-lucky children together we forded the Styx, Splashing like toddlers in a paddling pool, Swallowing mouthfuls of strychnine like cough syrup And at the charred gates we paid our sovereign dues, So that we might be allowed in, To that candy store of the damned and deviant, Where at last we tasted it, the crumbled sugar dust of death; Laced with a vaporous tang of bittersweet destruction – What an addictive delight it was, what a charmer, And yet such a fickle mistress… Yet blithe as fools we ate it like air, And belched our ruin into the grim abyss But no surprise perhaps, perverted souls that we are, We gloried in our self destruction, For masochism runs in our veins like blood, Leading us a merry marionette jig Down all the pathways of Hell, Through the Seven accursed Seals And at last to the feet of the Devil himself Where we kneel on scabbed knees and kiss his blackened feet For us it is a party trick, a dance on burning embers, With our demise hanging over our heads like a bleak piñata Just waiting to be crushed between Satan’s obsidian thumbs Oh fools you might call us, and you’d be right Common sense we lack, a gaping hole between our liver and heart, Yet daring we have a-plenty, bursting through our pores; A mad light shines in our pin-needle eyes, we cackle like rooks, And feast on death as vultures gorge themselves on reeking carrion For in the end it all tastes the same, and the out come is always, Unconditionally and irrevocably - Death